http://slow.writerscafe.org/marichula The original writings of author Mari R-J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm driving. Cigarette on the left hand and Diet Coke on the right hand.Love songs playing loud on the radio and my hair all over the place. My baby anxiously waits 490 miles away for me to come home.And home is not a house, or a city, but his warm strong embrace. As I drive my mind won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1838794/ Come close and dance with me.Run your fingers through my hair,Mouth the words of that blues song And call me baby.Make a silly joke , annoy the hell out of me,Chase me around the kitchen and hide my mug.Smoke your cigar, make me some coffeeAnd call me baby.Pretend I smell good, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831224/ It's cold outside but I need fresh air.Excess of wine and cigarettes.My shrinking eyes chase the darkness. Sitting there I have a revelation.My heart is no longer mineAnd it will soon come to kill me. I'll be praying like Jesus in the gardenSentenced to death by slow poisoning. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831223/ He grounded his demons,To your room he said.Last night you came out to playBut tonight I'm playing with my angel instead. Olive juice, sweetie, he said, As he blew cigar smoke in the air.He rested his hand on my thigh And talked about the lottery and running away.I love you, my d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831221/ You taste like the booze I'm drinking tonight.Refreshing, strong, and sweet like rum.Earthy, ripe, and complex like red wine.Smoky, warm, and rugged like bourbon. You sound like the song I'm dancing tonight.Fast and heavy like my island drums.Slow and light like an acoustic guitar.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831220/ On days like today I miss my Island.Rain that turns into ice that turns into snow.Winds that freeze your bones and often your soul.I miss the sun burning my pale cheeks.I miss the sudden afternoon showers lifting fog.Smell of dirt and rain coming into my Grandpa's porch.I miss the sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831219/ We met on a chilly Tuesday morning at Jake's.You ordered your usual coffee and a muffinAnd I, as usual, was very late.Your eyes fresh as the morning dew in my Island.Your smile as welcoming as its sea breeze.Your words beating like drums.That morning turned into days and days into ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831216/ You came into my life as a surpriseWhen I was too young and too stupid.With nerves and fears I took you inAnd made my heart your home.I held your hand and consoled you.When you were hungry I fed you, gave you kisses when you got hurt,And calmed you when you couldn't sleep.Now you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831214/ I remember when we were happyAnd it seems like lights years ago.We were kids full of life and dreams,Drunk on love and magic and eternity.Your heart learned my heart's songsAnd my heart learned your heart's poems.We shaped each other from dirt, clay,Glitter, concrete, wood, and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831213/ I crawl down the stairsWith a heavy heart.The day doesn't promiseSmiles or adventure.I hear the voiceOf the man I loveAnd the smell of coffeeDrowns my senses. He hands me the mugAnd kisses my forehead.He smells of fresh soapAnd is wearing a smile.I see his sweet eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831212/ It's 8am and I'm exhausted.Birds chirp outside like evil minions.Little hands cover my eyes.Butterfly kisses on my cheeks.I find the tickle spot on her belly.Giggles erupt from her tiny mouth.Mornings are my enemy.Daylight is torture to my eyes.But giggles from my Lailawa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831210/ I came home to horror.The smell of death overwhelming.The bodies laying there lifeless.Blinding light coming through the windows.I walked in scared.Did I kill all of them? Or did I leave them to die alone? Such a waste of beauty.How have I not learned to respect life?I should h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marichula/1831209/